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Broken Independent Woman

My life used to be rainbows and butterflies
Now all I hear are baby cries.
My husband works day to night, When he gets home there's always a fight.
I am stuck in this jail,
to him I have to hail.
I remember growing up innocent and sweet
Now I have to bow to a mans feet.
How did I get here?
Where did I go wrong?
He says I have to suck it up and be strong.
I don't think I can handle this disrespect much longer
I am on my way to being stronger.
I pack my bags and get out of this place,
take my kids and hope he doesn't come after for a chase.
That was 25 years back,
As soon as I got out, I got my life on track.
I am independent and free,
For the first time in my life I thought about me.





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Winter-Wolf said...
May 18, 2010 at 12:36 am
Wow. You are amazing. This was amazing. Fantastico.
 
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